The poetical works of John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott, Ausgabe 639George Routledge and sons, the Broadway, Ludgate., 1873 - 351 Seiten |
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... been marked by peculiarities , fondness of amusements being one , not a very uncommon or eccentric peculiarity in a young widow , especially then , when the theatre was so much more resorted to than it is now . She xii Introductory Memoir .
... been marked by peculiarities , fondness of amusements being one , not a very uncommon or eccentric peculiarity in a young widow , especially then , when the theatre was so much more resorted to than it is now . She xii Introductory Memoir .
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... young widow " fond of amusements , " but it was not long before she succumbed to consumption and followed her husband , so the young Keats ' were left in charge of executors . At this time , and indeed until Keats reached his short term ...
... young widow " fond of amusements , " but it was not long before she succumbed to consumption and followed her husband , so the young Keats ' were left in charge of executors . At this time , and indeed until Keats reached his short term ...
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... young butcher who was illtreating the little fellow , and punished him to his heart's content . All this takes us quite by surprise , and we must remember this combativeness and vigour when we estimate the ridiculously over - stated ...
... young butcher who was illtreating the little fellow , and punished him to his heart's content . All this takes us quite by surprise , and we must remember this combativeness and vigour when we estimate the ridiculously over - stated ...
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... nymphs soft - voiced and young In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses and pinks and violets to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . and gay , But there are left delights as high as these ; Introductory Memoir . xvii.
... nymphs soft - voiced and young In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses and pinks and violets to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . and gay , But there are left delights as high as these ; Introductory Memoir . xvii.
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... young spring leaves , and flowers gay , Of periwinkle and wild strawberry , Still do I that most fierce destruction see ; and he ends by a rather obscure but expressive assertion that he would rather be a clapping - bell to a Missionary ...
... young spring leaves , and flowers gay , Of periwinkle and wild strawberry , Still do I that most fierce destruction see ; and he ends by a rather obscure but expressive assertion that he would rather be a clapping - bell to a Missionary ...
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arms beauty beneath bliss blue breast breath bright clear clouds cold comes cool dark death deep delight doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel feet felt flowers forest friends gentle give golden gone green hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour Keats keep kiss leaves light lips live look morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale pass pleasant pleasure poet poor rest rose round seen shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars steps stood strange streams sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought took trees trembling twas voice warm wide wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Seite 318 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Seite 273 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Seite 272 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Seite 279 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Seite 275 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 269 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 321 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Seite 191 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Seite 2 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Seite 204 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.